people. Dad-Homer Rudd, Mom-June Rudd and the other assorted people that you might encounter while there. This time we were joined by my sister-Rebecca Dockery, and her lovely daughter-Emily Dockery. You will see Emily a few more times in this post.
We got to go to the old swimmin hole, also known as the Hereford, Texas Aquatic Center. Nolan wanted to have his birthday at Grandma's so his cousins could come. Before the party I took them all swimming, at least the 6 who were there. Courtney, Reagan, Brynna, Bryson, and Beau. I think it might have been easier to stay and help work cattle.
Mom has her lovely chickens, she get about 20-24 eggs daily and is plying them off to anyone who want them and some who don't. I told her to sell them to help pay for the feed, but she is a soft touch and gives them away to most. I really think she just likes to have chickens. They are a little bald in the back, any remedies out there for this?
Reagan ties a dally. Rebecca helps hold the blankety-blank calf down. We learned to do this as we were growing up. Dad would put three of us on one calf, no fair you say, but have you ever been on the receiving end of a kick from one of these lovely creatures? Nolan could only watch, goggle eyed and in horror as we "worked the cattle". I insisted that he stay for the whole thing, he really wanted to go back to the house, as this was gross and disgusting. After explaining the whole process and the reasoning behind it, he managed to stay but still kept his point of view that it was disgusting. This was his first exposure to his mother's country roots at the grass level.
Nolan took his bow and arrow and went on a prairie dog hunt, unsuccessful but some good quality time with me. Notice the promising rain clouds? No such luck, Dad says this is the worst drought since the 30's. It really is quite grim. Pray for some rain for these good folks would you please?
Emily with her 2 year old colt, Bandit. She is working on getting him used to her. She even was able to get on his back without the usual consequences. She loved her time on the farm. She plans to take Bandit to Provo next year after her graduation from high school.
More cattle sorting. My job was to help with the gate in the intricate collection of corrals and lanes that are made for this job. Communication was not the greatest and some gates were open when they should have been closed, but we managed to get the little calves away from their mothers for the process of working them, ie. castrating, vaccinating, tagging, etc. I also had the job of snubbing the rope around the post after Wesley had roped them.
I love my roots!